Todos los capítulos de Ex-Husband(Your Step-Brother Is Hotter): Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

~INTENSE~ AMAYA’S POV Before I could move, Brown grabbed my waist and shoved me backward until my back hit the cold glass wall behind me. I pushed against his chest with both hands, but he caught my wrists effortlessly and pinned them above my head again. “Brown, let me go,” I said. He ignored me. His face lowered until I could feel his breath against my skin. His hot breath trailed along my neck, sending unwanted sparks across my skin. I jerked my knee up hard, aiming for his groin, but he caught my leg with one hand, smirking. He chuckled lowly, those wicked dimples flashing. “You keep forgetting I know you better than anyone. Every spot that heats you up… every place that drives you insane.” His eyes searched mine. “I know exactly how you think… every damn thing.” “That was in the fucking past,” I shot back, forcing every ounce of courage into my voice. “Nothing about you has any effect on me anymore.” His jaw flexed. “Are you sure?” His lips brushed my ne

~A RIDE HOME~ AMAYA’S POV I still kept my face turned away, pretending to be upset. “Look at me when I’m talking.” His fingers gently caught my jaw, turning my face back to his. He leaned in until his lips hovered just inches from mine. My pulse stumbled. “There’s a CCTV camera in this elevator,” I whispered. His eyes flicked upward before a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Right.” He wet his lips, then reached behind me and pressed the button to start the elevator again. The soft hum filled the silence, yet he didn’t move. He stood so close that every breath I took carried his scent. With my throat suddenly dry, I dropped my gaze to the tattoo curling up the side of his neck, wondering how a man could be so unfairly sexy. The elevator doors slid open. He stepped aside, letting me walk out first. “I already told Tommy you’ll be riding with me tonight,” he said as we headed toward the lobby. I glanced at him. “I thought we agreed I’d go separatel

~CHAOS AFTER DINNER~ AMAYA’S POV The kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of butter, garlic, herbs, and cream as the pasta finished cooking. Beside me, Maria blended fresh pineapple juice, the sweet scent mixing with the savory meal. By the time we were done, we plated the pasta, poured the juice into a glass pitcher, and carried everything to the dining table. I looked at Maria. “You’re eating with us. We both worked hard for this.” She smiled warmly and nodded. “I’d love to.” I walked into the living room. Ethan was sitting on the rug with Ariel, her drawing book spread open between them. She was pointing excitedly at a page while Ethan listened with complete seriousness. “And this one is a baby elephant,” Ariel explained. “It looks like one,” Ethan agreed. “Though I think it needs a friend.” She giggled. “Okay, guys,” I called. “Dinner’s ready.” Both looked over as Ethan stood, effortlessly lifting Ariel into his arms. He was halfway to th

~THE NEXT MORNING~ AMAYA’S POV The next morning, I woke up feeling heavier than usual. Last night had been exhausting. After Brown’s call, I hadn’t thought sleep would come at all, but somehow it eventually did. Ethan had stayed beside me the entire night, never once asking me to explain what had happened. Now, the other side of the bed was empty. I sat up slowly and noticed a neatly folded note on the bedside table. Ethan: Had to leave early to take care of something. Make sure to have breakfast. I’ll be at the office a little later. A small smile found its way onto my lips despite everything. He really did think of the little things. After getting out of bed, I freshened up before heading downstairs. Maria had already gotten Ariel ready for the day; my little girl was sitting cross-legged on the living room rug with her sketchbook open and crayons scattered all around her. “What are you drawing today?” I asked, crouching beside her. She held the book

~A RECKLESS MOMENT~ AMAYA’S POV I placed my office tablet on his desk, the soft thud of it was the only sound in the quiet room. Then my fingers closed around his tie, the silk warm from his body, and I used it like a quiet invitation, drawing him closer without a word. His eyes lingered on my face first, tracing the line of my mouth, the flush already rising in my cheeks, before they lifted to meet mine. Something dark and intent lived in that look. He shifted just enough beneath me, one hand bracing on the desk, and kissed me. It started slow. Soft pressure, the careful slide of his mouth against mine, tasting, learning. I leaned into it, into the solid heat of him, my weight settling more fully against his thigh. But after a moment I pulled back just enough to glance nervously toward the office door. “What if someone walks in?” I whispered. His fingers slid into the back of my hair, cradling my skull, and pulled me gently back to him. Another kiss, deeper